Richard Powers quotes:

A book is still atemporal. It is you, in silence, hearing voices in your head, unfolding at a time that has nothing to do with the timescale of reading. And for the hours that we retreat into this moratorium, with the last form of private and silent human activity that isn't considered pathological, we are outside of time.

I used to work for 12 or 14 hours at a time but the digital age has made such happy immersions almost impossible.

The thing that makes reading and writing suspect in the eyes of the market economy is that it's not corrupted.

Librarian is a service occupation. Gas station attendant of the mind.

In 25 years of writing novels, I've never had anything that felt like writer's block.

This idea that a book can either be about character and feeling, or about politics and idea, is just a false binary. Ideas are an expression of the feelings and the intense emotions we hold about the world.

Out of grad school, I worked as a tech writer for a while before going into computer coding for a living.

I don't mind arguing with myself. It's when I lose that it bothers me.

My goal for technology has always been to reach a point where the technological mediation becomes invisible.

Science is not about control. It is about cultivating a perpetual condition of wonder in the face of something that forever grows one step richer and subtler than our latest theory about it. It is about reverence, not mastery.

Creation is much in need of ordering.

The Midwest is such a tabula rasa.

The desire to live in our imagination is driven by this suspicion that we're disembodied sensibilities cobbled into our bodies. That idea has infused most of human thought since the very beginning.

My dream has always been to suspend myself in space when I write, and lying horizontal in bed is the closest to doing that.

We build our technologies as a way of addressing all our anxieties and desires. They are our passions congealed into these prosthetic extensions of ourselves. And they do it in a way that reflects what we dream ourselves capable of doing.

Reading is the last act of secular prayer.

In that weekly ecstatic keeping of faith and bearing of witness, Delia fell in love with singing. Singing was something that might make sense of a person. Singing might make more sense of life than living had to start with.

In that weekly ecstatic keeping of faith and bearing of witness, Delia fell in love with singing. Singing was something that might make sense of a person. Singing might make more sense of life than living had to start with."

Grace was pouring out everywhere, from hidden sounds, into Els's damaged auditory cortex. And all that secret, worldwide composition said the same thing: listen closer, listen smaller, listen lighter, to any noise at all, and hear what the world will still sound like, long after your concert ends.

I really like science because it seems to be that place where you get the big picture, everything connects.

Until I was 42, I could fit everything that I owned into two suitcases.

I keep a quotes journal - of every sentence that I've wanted to remember from my reading of the past 30 years.

All the different ways we know the world all come from the brain, and they all depend on each other to make sense.

The web: yet another total disorientation that becomes status quo without anyone realizing it.

Novel-writing is the only place where someone who would have liked to do anything can still do that vicariously.

He will love this music to death. In a few more years, he'll snort at its sentiment and mock its stirring progressions. Once you've loved like that, the only safe haven is resentment.

Music forecasts the past, recalls the future. Now and then the difference falls away, and in one simple gift of circling sound, the ear solves the scrambled cryptogram. One abiding rhythm, present and always, and you're free."

We will not sleep, but will all be changed, in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye. You'll see me again. But you'll never know when. Hear that shifting, ambiguous rhythm, that promise of all things possible, and the ear is on its way to being free.

And then the finale, its four modest notes. Do, re, fa, mi: half a jumbled scale. Too simple to be called invented. But the thing spills out into the world like one of those African antelopes that fall from the womb, still wet with afterbirth but already running.

Music forecasts the past, recalls the future. Now and then the difference falls away, and in one simple gift of circling sound, the ear solves the scrambled cryptogram. One abiding rhythm, present and always, and you're free. But a few measures more, and the cloak of time closes back around you.

I write the way you might arrange flowers. Not every try works, but each one launches another. Every constraint, even dullness, frees up a new design.

I think that if the novel's task is to describe where we find ourselves and how we live now, the novelist must take a good, hard look at the most central facts of contemporary life - technology and science.

I would say the flip side to my fascination with systems is a fascination with components. So many of my books are dialogues between little and big.

We will live with racism for ever. But senses of self, senses of belonging, senses of us and of others? Those are up for grabs.

If you're going to immerse yourself in a project for three years, why not stake out a chunk of the world that is completely alien to you and go traveling?

All we can ever do is lay a word in the hands of those who have put one in ours.

Everything interests me.

Evil is the refusal to see one's self in others.

For me, university was just awful because it was closing one door after the other of all these candy shops of professional possibilities.

I like to travel and connect.

I'd like, each time out as a writer, to reinvent who I am and what I'm doing. That's one of the great pleasures and rewards of the occupation.

Maybe happiness is like a virus. Maybe it's one of those bugs that sits for a long time, so we don't even know that we are infected.

Only keep still, wait, and hear, and the world will open.

Only white men have the luxury of ignoring race.

The 'information novel' shouldn't be a curiosity. It should be absolutely mainstream.

The job of taste was to thin the insane torrent of human creativity down to manageable levels. But the job of appetite was never to be happy with taste.

The loneliness of writing is that you baffle your friends and change the lives of strangers.

The oldest principle of composition: repeat everything.

The use of music is to remind us how short a time we have a body.

Time passes, as the novelist says. The single most useful trick of fiction for our repair and refreshment: the defeat of time. A century of family saga and a ride up an escalator can take the same number of pages. Fiction sets any conversion rate, then changes it in a syllable. The narrator's mother carries her child up the stairs and the reader follows, for days. But World War I passes in a paragraph. I needed 125 pages to get from Labor Day to Christmas vacation. In six more words, here's spring.

Type a few lines of code, you create an organism.

We don't consider the roles that we're taking in making the world the way it is.

What I really like to learn how to do is to build sentences that are equal to mental states.

When you're sure of what you're looking at, look harder.